The Love Algorithm - AdiYa FF

Chapter 5

"Unbelievable, man!!" Aditya's frustrated shout filled the room, startling Yash, who was cutting a piece of cloth on the floor. His hands slipped, cutting the fabric unevenly. He turned to Aditya, confused, while Aditya sat on the edge of his bed, twisting a Rubik's cube in deep thought.

"Bhai, what's gotten into you?" Yash asked, staring at the ruined piece of cloth. "I nearly had a heart attack with that scream. What's so unbelievable?"

Arjun, lying on Aditya's bed playing on the PlayStation, chimed in without looking away from the screen.

"Can you believe it? A girl isn't giving me any attention!" Aditya said, looking genuinely baffled as he glanced at Yash.

"Oh, yeah, I can believe that," Arjun replied dryly, his focus still on his game.

Aditya frowned, turning to glare at him. "What? Are you serious?"

"I've never seen our housemaid look at you or anyone else around here. She doesn't give anyone attention," Arjun said with a smirk.

Yash couldn't help but stifle a giggle, burying his face in the bed to hide it. Aditya, in mock anger, threw a cushion at Arjun's head.

"Don't ever crack such horrible jokes when I'm talking seriously!" Aditya shot back, but Arjun only winked at Yash, clearly enjoying himself.

"I mean it! This girl... she's different. I've never had to chase after anyone like this. Girls usually make excuses to hang around me, talk to me. But this one... she's got so much attitude. I've been running after her for two days, trying to apologize, and she's not even giving me the time of day!"

That caught Yash's attention. He looked up from the cloth, his brows raised.

"Wait, wait, wait..." Arjun finally sat up from the bed, looking exasperated. "Who is this 'she' you keep talking about?"

Aditya looked over at him, his voice dropping slightly, "It's... that art teacher."

Arjun blinked. "Oh, that girl. What's her name again? Maya? No... Shreya?"

"Zoya!" Aditya corrected him.

"Right. Zoya. So she's ignoring you?" Arjun shrugged nonchalantly. "Big deal. If she can't forgive, then forget her. There are plenty of other teachers out there. She must think she's some Miss World," Arjun added with a smirk, "Like Aishwarya Rai's long-lost sister or something."

Yash shot Arjun a confused look, wondering why he was trying to aggravate Aditya against Zoya. But Aditya wasn't paying attention; he was lost in thought, recalling their first meeting and that awkward art class. A small smile tugged at his lips as he mumbled, "She's actually... really beautiful."

Yash, hearing this, stood up from the bed, exchanging a surprised look with Arjun.

"Ohh really?" Yash teased, grinning. "Now we're getting somewhere."

Aditya shook his head, but his tone softened. "I mean... yeah, she's beautiful. A bit pretty, you know? You can't deny the facts."

Aditya got up from the bed and wandered over to the balcony, his hands in his pockets as he stared outside. "It's not even about the apology. It's just... it's not right, Arjun. No one should feel bad because of you. If you can't make someone happy, at least don't hurt them. That's what bothers me."

"But she's not ready to listen, right?" Yash pointed out. "Maybe just give her some time... in the meantime, we can look for another art teacher."

Aditya turned back, glancing at Yash. "I'll wait—for the apology, and for the art teacher."